Cleo opened the door to her penthouse. It was decorated in furnishings imported from Egypt with a bit of modern decorations. Her Egyptian cobra, Hissette slithered up her lamp and rested there. The Egyptian princess took off her heels and hose and plopped herself on her sofa, turning on her flat screen. Sure, she wasn't supposed to live like this but if she were to fit in, she had to.

She tried to watch the news, but it was nearly impossible because his picture was all over, the news anchors talking positive about him. She growled because it was supposed to her on the news, not him. She turned off her TV and stormed off to her bedroom. Sure it was 5 in the afternoon, but she just heard too much of him. Plus, she simply had enough of the world she resided in.

Her icoffin went off not a moment after she walked through the doorway. The mummy quickly picked up and sighed, "Hello?"

Thankfully, it was simply Frankie. She chimed, "Hey Cleo!"

"Hey Frankie, what do you need?"

"Did you hear about Deu-"

"Don't. Talk. About. Him." She growled.

"Why not? He's so suc-"

"The only thing he's successful in is terrorizing me. He's ruining my publicity and I'm pretty sure that sooner or later, he'll be as if my clothing industry never existed!"

"Oh come on Cleo! He's only the world's most popular chef! AND he's single so you could try to win him over for more!"

"Uh how's about...NEVER?!"

"Ple-"

"Frankie. Business is business. Cooking and fashion don't mix. End of discussion, please choose a different topic." Cleo growled as she explained.

"Bu-"

"DIFFERENT TOPIC OR I AM HANGING UP."

"OK, OK. Um..."

Another voice sighed, "ma'am."

She turned her head and saw it was a servant. She sighed, "Yes?"

"Y-You have a dinner date tonight..."

"With who?"

"M-Mr. Gorgon."

"WHAT?!" She screamed as she hung up the cell phone as Frankie still tried to think of another topic.

The servant mumbled something and ran out the door, leaving Cleo alone in the silence of her now empty penthouse. That was the last servant her daddy gave her to use when she left, and now she had nobody to do her work because she heard it yell, "I QUIT!"

And they yelled it rather proudly too. She was now a lonely ghoul, not wanting to call herself the 7 letter word she ignored for so long. Her throat felt rather scratchy, she felt her face turn red and felt salty tears running down her face. She was alone and set up with a boo she barely talked to and vaguely remembered what he looked like.

But she couldn't help but think to herself...Maybe it won't be as bad as she thinks. Maybe he'll decide to want her to stick around for a while. N-No...It couldn't happen. Not how she's messed with him in the times she actually spoke to him. She could feel how he felt about her in the way he spoke and she could tell she screwed him up miserably. Plus her previous experiences with men were horrible. She's been used, cheated on, lied to, stood up, and a lot more experiences she didn't want a repetition of.

She slammed her head into the pillows in front of her and whined. She looked at the window and saw the sun was going down. She sat up and sniffled, "Might as well go now before the night starts..."

The mummy got up and shuffled to the door. She locked it on her way out and headed for her car. Before the servant quit, they installed the directions to his house. She begun to follow the directions that would lead to her miracle...or pure darkness.

Deuce unlocked the door to his mansion and was welcomed by the scent of lit candles. He asked out of genuine curiosity from the fact candles were only lit on certain occasions, "So, what are the candles for?"

The maid noticed her master was home and informed him, "You have a date this evening sir."

"Oh really? Well then who's the lucky lady?"

"A lady named Cleo...Apparently some of your friends recommended her so, we did a collaboration with her servant and managed to fit it into her busy schedule."

"Y-You mean Cleo, as in Cleo de Nile?!" he choked in shock.

"Yes...I-Is that an issue sir?"

"No! Actually, this is..."

"Worse?"

"No, spectacular! I've been wanting to talk to her for a while and now I find out I have a date with her? Damn, this is a way to kick off the night!" He lied so the maid wouldn't be so scared.

"Oh, well I'm glad! Well, I'm going to go fetch some wine..."

"You go do that."

He threw his jacket on the hook and put his keys on another hook. He carried his papers to the upstairs and tossed them on his desk, then collapsing on the bed. He grumbled, "She owns a business. It was nice they tried, but it would never work. A Fashionista and a chef? Yeah, um, NO! The only reason I lied was so that young girl wouldn't have to be as stressed as she already is! Besides, clothes and food? THEY DON'T MIX!"

He stared at the skylight built into his ceiling. If only Cleo wasn't rich, didn't own a business or even better, both then things wouldn't be so complicated. He wouldn't have to deal with finding somebody, he'd already have her in his arms instead of waiting on her arrival... However, he couldn't help but wonder...What did Cleo look like now? Was she still as adorable as she was in high school, or prettier? What if she looked worse? What if her whole life was a wreck and- No, she couldn't have ended up like that, she was too good to become of such a thing.

He saw the maid returned after apparently minutes of endless pondering and mixed emotions. She announced, "Your date is here sir."

He sighed, "Thank you, tell her I'll be down in a moment."

The gorgon got from his bed and slowly descended down the stair case that will lead him to his desire...Or terror.